Guyld IV requests that Guyld III lose the corset

"If you're a 'changed woman,' then prove it. I want you to remove that girdle right now and have our guards destroy it! If you can do that, then I'll believe you," Guyld IV demanded, turning her nose up in a diminutive gesture.

"Ah, b-but... Guyld... Your mother needs this to... ehm-"

"So you're saying you're going to keep wearing a girdle and eating all the snacks you want while patronizing me every time I want to make cookies? A fine lesson for a mother to teach a daughter," the daughter scoffed, crossing her arms and turning her back. "Charity! You know what they say in town, mom? They say that you're a miser and a hypocrite! That you hoard your wealth and then demand alms from the poor, that nothing is ever enough! And always, I've argued against them, protecting the proud St. Vendigeld name and your legacy? Well, you know what? If even your daughter thinks you're a fraud, it's probably true!"

"Guyld, you must understand the sacrifices I've made for you! Do you think it's comfortable wearing this girdle all the time?! It isn't! But I have a duty to appear as a dignified woman!" the mother protested. "But if destroying this thing is what it takes for you to see that I'm genuine, I'll do it... I just, ehm... I want you to remember that-"

"No more lies! If you're serious, don't try to talk me out of my demands! Just remove that girdle!" Guyld IV turned her back and raised her nose higher, determined not to forgive her mother until that act of charity was performed.

The older woman frowned, then nodded, humbly unlacing her girdle from the back. It was awkward... generally, she had some servant or another help her with this part. If she'd been asked to lace it up instead of unlacing it, she'd probably have found it impossible. Each lace that came free seemed to cause her breasts to sag a bit more... finally, she finished the task, then split the item down the back. With an increasingly red face, she removed it, now cradling her over-sized bosom with one arm to hide her nipples from the wide-eyed stares of the warrior monks. Additionally, with her belly exposed, the illusion that she was every bit as thin and graceful as her daughter- that she was still her daughter's mirror image- was shattered. It was clear that she was the "soft-bodied" type now, with a figure that could be generously described as MILFy, but not at all young nor slender. The curve of each hip was so wide that even the plus-sized panties seemed to hug her love-handles a bit.

Dutifully, one of the monks stepped forward to grab the girdled corset, then began ripping it apart with his massive, bare hands, dropping cuts of silk and leather to the pavement. It was quite a feat of strength.

"I-I was going to say, remember that my bustier also acts as my bra..."

Guyld IV turned around, now as wide-eyed as the monks, as she saw her mother standing there with nothing more than a torn pair of panties left to her. "M-Mama! What in Geod's name are you doing?!" she gasped, running to cover the eyes of the nearest monk and now deeply regretting her request.

"I did what you asked! It was charity! I'm charitable now!" the red-faced woman protested, clutching both arms harder to her jiggly boobs. Even with her attempts to cover them, her large, pink nipples stood out against the paleness of her skin.

"That's too charitable! That's ridiculous!" the daughter protested. "All of you, go, run, fetch her something to wear! Now!!" At her command, the monks began to run off, taking with them their heavy robes that could have easily hid Guyld III's exposed flesh if they'd instead been instructed to hand one over. The daughter wasn't the brightest tool in the shed, better suited at scholastic affairs and noble manners than every-day smarts, and the mother was in a bit of a flustered state. "Ah, Mama, what are you going to do!? If anyone comes through here they'll see you naked!! Are you going to streak all the way back to the house?!"

It was a fair question to be sure.